What do I have to do
To get her to love me tonight
For a single moon
Where we can go out and love
And do the things she loves to do
With someone who'll love them too
Because they make her happy
She makes me happy
What is the cost
What must be given
What dues must be paid
For her to love me tonight
Just this one time

A little flower,
Sproutin' up in the sun again,
She never thought that she'd make it this far,
But today won't be the end.

The clovers rally around her,
They cheer her on and bring her luck,
She grows tall in the warming sun,
Cause she's anything but stuck.

But as the Winter blows over her
And her petals grow so cold,
Time is slowing down for her,
And she keeps on getting old.

The ice has kept her down and out,
But her story won't end here,
It's a waiting game for Earth to play,
That changes year to year

Drop a little note
in the pocket on his shirt
when he reads it later
his heart will begin to hurt
because he's lost what he held
right before his very eyes
and he didn't say a word
so now he just sits and cries
cries for the good times
the best and the worst
and even though she always felt it
for him this is the first
yet she's free from it now
there's not a care in her soul
for the man who had ****** her
and taken a toll
but was he really so bad?
he may sound like an abuser
and you must not shove your pity
only on the accuser
for if it takes two to tango
then their love was a ballet
full of twists and turns
where the betrothed must betray
be there no rules in war
in this war game of passion
and while she found salvation
he was left with the rations
in this broken up hellscape
where the two plates have split
they cease to keep contact
their dumpster fire still lit

THE SKY WAS SORT OF CLOUDY
WITH SOME SUNSHINE
PEAKING THROUGH
THE BEAUTY OF
THAT SUMMER DAY
ON A RAINBOW AFTERNOON

A SIGN OF GOD'S PRESENCE
A PROMISE THAT HE MADE
HE WILL NEVER LEAVE US
HE WILL BE WITH US ALWAYS

A RAINBOW AFTERNOON
HOW SPECIAL CAN IT BE
A RAINBOW AFTERNOON
FOR YOU AND FOR ME

I feel sick to the core,
Reviled by my current state,
And tormented by uncertainty
At an alarming rate.

Terrified to overstep a line,
Scatterbrained by nature,
Yet hyperfocused by design
On the most trivial of things.

Choking on aspirations,
Hindered by one's mind,
And bound to a system,
Of a truly unique kind.

Juxtaposed against oneself,
Organization amongst chaos,
And though the thoughts may be top shelf,
They're too raw for the refined.

Cure the cursed,
Rip away the fear,
The sun is coming up,
Let's make another year.